“Fuck, Dylan said, then thought it, just for the hell of it.”

“What, Tough Girl's crying now? What a pansy," cracked Michael."Watch it, dude," Dylan said softly. "Don't fuck with her when she's crying.”

“I am confident, because you said yes. Or was it....." He looks up to the ceiling in deep thought and then back at me. "Oh, I remember. It was...yes, yes, yes, fucking hell, yes!”

“So what are you doing here?" Dylan asked in between forkfuls of eggs.That was the first thing Dylan had said that bothered Joey. He didn't want Aaron thinking too much about it, either. Going for the kill, Joey said, "I suck your brother's cock and take it up my ass. Any more questions?""Gross. Fuck no. Jesus." Dylan grabbed his plate and went into the living room."If you spill anything clean it up," Aaron yelled after him.”

“It was fucking wonderful. It was fucking hell.”

“He'll probably pick you up in a limo filled with fucking roses. I hope he sits on a thorn." - Dylan Mead”